Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
And I thought WTF?
Then somebody ran out, bought one, cooked it, and posted the results to the internet.
Scanged from reddit, and very, very worth it. The description of what happened when he opened the can triggered hysterics, and his place setting is to die for.
I had heard about this prank on the internests but this is the full meal deal, lots of detail, trip report of a major prank on Best Buy.
So, last night, Jeff Hitchin did not one, not two but THREE filks of the Tapioca Song. One was in Spanish, one in Japanese, and one was about Oxycontin. I surreptitiously took a picture of him while he was about it. Jeff is a fabulous performer and great raconteur; I am honoured above my worthiness.
All hail the Con Committee. They planned for 80 and there will easily be 120 attendees. Runnerwolf – whose idea the whole thing was, enthusiastically endorsed by everyone in earshot, including, as I recollect, me – was looking a bit glazed but really happy when I met up with her at the reg table yesterday.
Met up with Lady Miss Banjola and Dr. Filk with no difficulties AFTER I got into my shared room; Shaddyr (I will refer to her & Runnerwolf by LJ names as it ‘s easier) gave up her room passkey from last night so even though I hadn’t seen the principals I had a place to stash my stuff.
I did some of the driving down from Vancouver, but long about supper time I started getting visual disturbances (I still feel kinda wonky today, although that may have something to do with my lack of cafFiend) so Peggy did the driving from there.
Open Filking last night was great; I heard many filk classics old and new, and which included a madrigal zombie filk, Jonathan Coulton’s “Eat Your Brains” ably performed by Tony Fabris, the funniest parody of Danny Boy Ever…. and I debuted “You Try Being Buffy’s Mom” a capella as I have yet to write it down, although LMB has an MP3 of it up on her website (v raw, being recorded the day I wrote it).
Anyway, I’m being a jackass hogging one of the two public internet access points in the hotel, so I’d best fly. I’m here, I’m settled, and apart from once aGAIN failing to bring earplugs, I’m doing great. I’ll post pics later; I remembered to bring my USB cable and this computer has a USB port, can you believe it?
As my next to last act before I take off, here is “the Horror of Blimps” (link removed for safety) courtesy of the Straight Dope Message Board. I’m still wiping my eyes and nose after reading it.
There is a HOWLER of a typo in this webpage.
Check after ‘If u need….”
I’ve been working on comedy routines. The current one is “what happens when my inner Buddha meets my inner Hitler” (hint, Buddha doesn’t always keep his teeth) and the inner Gord. I am having lots of fun, as Gord just said something entertaining which I need to write down.
I’m off to visit the Luddite tonight and have food with him. I tried to get him to cook for me but he made grim pronouncements about burning things so I think we’re going for Chinese. It’s certainly a treat to meet somebody more optimistic than I am.
There’s another goddamned foot of snow on the hill here. I am sure the ski operators are peeing their snowpants with glee but I had to heave a bundle buggy full of crockpot and crockery and food through it both ways yesterday. I had to stop about three times coming back up the hill and check my pulse to make sure I was in the right zone for my fitness level.
Right now I am very happy. I know that what I am about to describe will sound like the third circle of hell to some people, but my girlfriend Tammy phoned last night and we spent TWO HOURS on the phone, role-playing ‘difficult conversations with people we love’. Tammy’s got more training in this than I do, so I’d say, blah blah need to talk to you about something are you ready to hear it, and she’d say. Yeah.
So I’d say my thing, and she’d say, “You’re not quite getting it. You need to only talk about one thing.”
“It is only one thing.”
“No, it’s two. This and this.”
And I’d pout, and try again.
“You’re still trying to talk about two things at once.”
“F)ck, no I’m not!!”
“Yes you are. There’s this… and there’s this. Two separate issues. You have to respect the person you’re talking to by only dealing with one issue, that you’ve thought through, at one time.”
“AAAAAAAAAAARgh.” (More briefing? More briefing.)
She’s right of course. I almost had the hang of one corner of it by the time we signed off. And this morning I’m happy, because as I prepare for a ‘difficult conversation with someone I love’ I’m a little closer to getting my half of it right. Is it a particular person? A particular conversation? Nope. It’s just life. Be prepared – and if you can’t be prepared, be present.
Check out the Robot Chicken video about how they make their characters…. it’s cool! The rest of the site has some, uh, good parts too.
OMG exploding pies. Well, not so much.
I don’t feel competent to explain WHY I don’t like this story, but I sure don’t.
All of the movie “Who Killed the Electric Car.”
